Ivy grins at the memory, and sighs nostalgically. "Ah, those were the good old days. I'd play some poker, draw him away from the crowd, wound him, then Eagle Boy would swoop in for the kill. But that was because I had a job to do, Arty, and I'd pretend I'm some random drunk's kid. But now..." she sighs. "I would go but I don't exactly think I have anything appropriate. Unless it's t-shirt casual," Ivy jokes.